[Intro]Oh what up, ho Oh what upI said oh what up, ho Oh what up I said oh what up, ho Oh what up Well alright

[Hook]I'm going through something with life But pussy and patron will make you feel alrightPussy and patron make you feel alrightPussy and patron that's some great advice

[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]Welcome to my diary, stressing got me gray hairsSomething to inspire me, rather than society's Woes, let me go, let me shine a lil' bit loveI want diamonds too, Ronnie on Player's ClubI used to have a nine to five Fresh out of school that was '05 That bitch was racist, got me fired Ever since then I had no jobPushing in my mama van Stop for gas on RosecransTrust me these niggas rushed me for something my cousin probably did Guilty by association story of my life, niggaYou gone make me flip then split your shit Judge give me life, niggaPain since my grandma's death Uncle killed at Louis's Burgers Hold my tears I tried my best Let it go drench my pulloverCycles of a starving artist tryna go beyond the margin's marginMaintaining my modest modest as I dream So while I go through all this all this bullshit what you call it Life itself I know it helps let me scroll through my Blackberry

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[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]I said keep reading my diary, when my life's entirely Surrounded by the irony of living in the cityI said they wouldn't hire me I said I got my ass beat And the only thing can help is ass and some tittiesSo whassup babyI said whassup I had a long day and I really wanna fuck See I ain't tryna think about no phone bills Credit card late feesCapital One popping up on my caller ID Pawning my chain in the shopWatching for hollow-tip shotsWatching my vehicle break down on another man's block Man that's my worst fear Ain't that your worst fear You know when your transmission go out and can't switch gearsOr run through a pothole at two in the morning Scared to hit your emergencies cause them they'll be on it See I know when the harsh reality take it's toll Open up your contacts then scroll

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[Verse 3: Ab-Soul]Welcome to my diaryHmmm where should I beginFinna get a Swisher and fill it with at least a gramCrackas watch my every step Better yet they work my every nerve Cutting me this worthless checkThe concept is so absurd Like a church in debt A turtle in a turtle neck Convertibles with turbo jets Fueled by 7-Up and promethI feel like deaths around the cornerLike the quickest wide receiverSo I took another shot Tequila hit me like a nina My sky's grayMy bitches brighter always saying lights please J. Cole's her ghost writerAnd I'm the God MC Join my diocese Free your mind, don't mind SO-ciety And finally, everyone got their own problemsEverything is subject to change like broken dollarsI'ma drown in my drink and swim in my woman's vagina like a piranha fin itGets harder than Rihanna when